Tuesday, 2 November 2010


On the Battle of Britain day 15th of September 2010 at a 70th Anniversary Event.
I heard a reporter say to a former Spitfire pilot who is one of the last of the surviving Few. 
" What would your comrades say if they had been here today."
He paused for a while then answered...
" I think they would wonder if it had been worth it,"
I was born on the 15th of September 1962. I look at the world in which I now live. Has it changed? Have we learnt anything? I fear the brave pilot may be right. Our world is still as dangerous as it ever was, we continue to kill each other for power, wealth and religion. I owe 48 years of life to these brave souls who died so I could live.
I have posted this early as I am going to be away and did not want leave it. 

Remembrance day is not until the 11th. As a mark of respect I will not post anything else until after this date.
I want us all to remember everyone who has lost their lives from every nation throughout the world. 
They were all someones children. 
This peace of music is often played at the Cenotaph in London on Remembrance day. It is very moving. 

For The Fallen

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, 
England mourns for her dead across the sea. 
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit, 
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal 
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres, 
There is music in the midst of desolation 
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young, 
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow. 
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted; 
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: 
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn. 
At the going down of the sun and in the morning 
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again; 
They sit no more at familiar tables of home; 
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time; 
They sleep beyond England's foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound, 
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight, 
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known 
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust, 
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain; 
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness, 
To the end, to the end, they remain.

Teach the children of the world that life is for giving not taking.


Scott said...

A very nice post. We in the U.S. also celebrate November 11 as Veterans' Day. As a veteran of both the Vietnam war and Operation Desert Storm I fully agree with your thoughts.

Montanagirl said...

Lovely post, and a very beautiful song.

Dave said...

im with you here, Kev.

Wind said...

'Teach the children of the world that life is for giving not taking.'
Yes, thank you!
Is for us , too!

Stacey Dawn said...

Very nice - love your header!

Sandra said...

On the 5th of Sept 1962 I turned 18 and I started my first job after graduation from highschool. you were born intot he turmoil that started in the 60's and remmain now. having been raised in the 40's and 50's I liked it better then. but we can't go back. i had uncles and other relatives in the war you speak of and I do remember them all and all the ones who died for us to keep out country. this is a great tribute and i will miss you for the next few weeks.

Wind said...

Yes, you are right! We have all of our heroes in our heart, forever!

You are invited on my blog!

WhatKarenSees said...

A wonderful post, thank you for taking the time to help us all remember and give thanks! I'm new to your blog and enjoying it, you have some lovely pictures. I will definitely visit again and I invite you to visit me too!